My Experiments with Life

Azhagu malar aada Enna Samayalo (Of course, Salt and pepper!) Oodhaa, oodhaa, oodhaa poo Country Roads, Take me home (Model: Cuz Raghav) Veetukku veetukku vaasappadi venum (That infamous shack : Read previous post) Sendhoorap poove Poo pookkum osai Enge sellum indha paadhai?

Why am I suddenly having this urge to read a Victoria Holt Book? Victoria Holt’s books used to be my favorites during high school and early college days. Bride of Pendorric, Shivering sands, Menfreya, are some of the books I can remember. I can remember Bevil Menfrey from Menfreya as one of the fictional characters I had a crush on ;-) The others being Percy Blackeney of Scarlet Pimpernel, Frank Hardy of Hardy Boys, Chendhan Amudhan from Ponniyin Selvan, I cant remember any more:-) A short list! Coming back to Holt, the story line is invariably on same lines, a mysterious castle/house in English countryside; some curse on that house or on the people of that house, a girl comes to the house, kind of becomes the victim of the curse, but manages to disentangle the mystery. And there would be a very soft romance in the background between the girl and the guy of the house, most probably. And to top it all, usually the story would have been set in the timeline of 18 th -19 th ...

This is the longest I have not been home, a little less than two months! I used to make sure I go home once a month. But this time, the gap got a little too huge because of no reason at all. Just did not feel like making a trip. Boy, how did it feel to be home after 2 months? Great! A couple of my cousins had come over and it was fun. One cousin, I am seeing after 2 years (He is out of country for his studies), another one even though he's right there in Cbe, am seeing him after months. We went for a looong walk about 4-5 kilometers taking pictures of the birds, trees, flowers and such. Well, that was me who was wielding the camera and trying to remember the rules of photography, which I had learnt sometime back, and promptly forgot too. On that road where we walked, there was a dilapidated shack, tall grass surrounding it, no fences, but only a huge gate which was locked. That was kind of ironic. Nobody seemed to be living there. That hovel did not have a roof, ...